Now it may be that I’m at a funny age Dear Reader (no heckling from the back please) but I have had a hankering for a little red scooter for some time (mid life crisis?). A few years ago a friend suggested that I do my test and all of that stuff but I didn’t get around to it and to be honest didn’t have the time and / or inclination. After the events of last year and my somewhat hermit like state you will know (if you read this insufferable drivel) that I ceased the alcoholic beverages for the month of January this year. Somewhat sensibly for me, I decided put the money that I wasn’t spending on wine into a savings account and save up for said red scooter, take the test in the Summer and have my sunny day transport by the time the weather picked up (the 12th of never the way it’s going at the moment).
Fast forward to the weekend just gone and a conversation with an old friend in the depths of Lincolnshire about the above plan. ‘I have a Lambretta that you can have and it’s red’ said He. ‘Really?’ said I. ‘Yes indeed, I don’t ride it any more and I’d like to give it to you as you want one so much and I know you’ll love it’ said He. There had been an amount of drink taken.
With the dawn of the following day I thought that he might have changed his mind (sobriety and all that) and was quite prepared to let him out of his promise, but no – paperwork signed over and the most beautiful, mint condition, all original red Lambretta is mine.
I am completely blown away by his unbelievable generosity. He would not accept any money at all but only asked that I would love it, not sell it and keep it forever and ever. No problem at all.
In answer to the many questions that I’ve had from various folks over the last couple of days
Why did he GIVE it to ME (a bizarre question) – because he wanted to – no strings apart from the above – he gave me a table years ago under the same rules. I will of course use it – why would I not? No TG will not be buying a matching one – he is not interested. Yes, I am beyond excited about the prospect of having something that I’ve wanted for a very long time. No, I won’t be joining the owner’s club or any other clubs for that matter – not really my scene. Yes I do know how it starts, where the brakes are etc etc etc – I’m not a six year old child. And yes, I am incredibly grateful for this most amazing gesture of generosity from one of the nicest people I know and whom I have known for nearly 30 years – a gent amongst men.
I foresee sunny days pootling around the Island with a picnic on my smart chrome luggage rack (must get basket for this pursuit), the sun on my face and the wind in my helmet. I still have to do my test but I’ll get some practice in up and down the drive first and as TG has already passed his test I can be a glamorous (again no heckling please) pillion passenger in the meantime. I can’t wait. :0)